Get off up my back
Im who laying in my casket
Ill turn a slave to this so my momma at it
When its hard check a wrist and refill my ashes
Started trying not to judge it when i think its tragic
Momma staring heavy said i didnt need enough
Skinny for some months she bring it up like boy what happened
Still aint spilling none
Better when she think im happy
I miss hearing laughing
Lately ive been crappy i dont feel like waking up
Hate me or you like me
Either way its really rough
Hard to be around and its hard watching me go up
Pick your battleground before the reinforcements come
Wounded from the head down and
I dont need prescription
Ive been so tuned out dont expect me to listen
The studio the only time i feel like im fitting in
And they dont know me but they hearing what im putting in a song
Open up
I gotta cause i feel like moving on
Holding on to past and it took away my strong
Put me on my ass and it take away defence
Try and block the punches but they go over the wrist
Try and block the punches but they go over the wrist
Try and block the punches but they go over the